Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 97

Chapter 97 People Cannot See Their Own Emotions Clearly

I was freakin' out and grabbed Ethan's arm.

"You good? Don't scare me like that."

Ethan slumped over the steering wheel, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. "I'm fine. Chill."

He looked like he was about to pass out, but he said he was fine? Just as I was about to lose it, someone knocked on the window. A traffic cop was there, telling us we couldn't park and had to move. I begged him for help. A few traffic cops helped Ethan out, but he couldn't even stand up straight and started puking blood. I was so freaked out that I don't even remember how we got into the cop's car and rushed to Grace Hospital.

Turns out, it was acute gastric bleeding. The doc said it was a good thing we got him there in time; any later, and he could've bled out. When they brought Ethan back to the ward, he was awake but pale as a ghost, hooked up to an IV.

I'd never seen him so weak. I just stood there, frozen by the bed, scared out of my mind.

He looked at me and reached out. "Come here."

I walked over, and he pulled me to sit by the bed, placing my hand on his chest. "I'm really okay."

My eyes were stinging, probably red too. "The doc said your stomach didn't get messed up overnight. You must've been ignoring it for ages."

Ethan looked at me and gave a weak smile. "I'm a guy. If I made a fuss over every little pain, wouldn't that make me seem weak?"

"Illness doesn't care if you're a guy. Can you stop being so dumb?" I was still in shock, and his casual tone was driving me nuts. He gave me a weak, goofy smile.

"You're still smiling?" I glared at him.

Ethan pulled me to lean on his chest, his deep voice rumbling.

"Emily, I can tell you're worried about me. That makes my day!"

I was really scared. Even now, thinking about it makes my heart race.

What if he had been too weak to hit the brakes? What if he had been alone and no one noticed?

Too many what-ifs, and I didn't want to think about them.

Ethan held my shoulders and made me look up, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Come here, let me make you feel better." He cupped the back of my head and pulled me in, our lips meeting. Maybe 'cause he was weak, his kiss was super gentle. I kissed back even softer, pouring all my worry into it.

We only pulled apart when we heard a light cough.

Standing at the door was Jason, wearing a lab coat.

Ethan didn't seem to care, but I felt my face heat up as I got up to pour some water.

Jason strolled in, hands in his pockets, giving Ethan a look. "Thought you were invincible, huh? Now look at you."

Ethan tried to sit up, so I adjusted the bed and handed him a cup of warm water.

Ethan chuckled and cursed, "Can't you cut me some slack? I'm still a patient here."

together why Ethan's stomach was so

often skipped breakfast. When he was younger, Martin could still keep him in check, but as Ethan got older and

drinking to numb the pain in his teens. When he was upset, he'd disappear, hide somewhere, and drink,

you stop airing my dirty laundry

his past, my heart ached

most, Ethan must've drowned all

and forced a smile. "So you

looked at me and

Lacey and Ethan's assistant showed up, giving updates on

through documents

he had this impenetrable mask on, not letting anyone see his soft side or pain. Lacey left at the end of

to Jason, "I didn't drive here. Mind

been leaning against the window, stood up straight, took off his lab coat, and draped it

the window and soon saw them walking side by side downstairs, chatting

looking at?" Ethan's voice

see Ethan still looking handsome in his hospital gown. "Why'd you get out of

hugged me from behind. "It's just a

"Don't you think they make

at the two figures disappearing downstairs. "What? You trying to

head and looked at

hair, his voice low

chemistry. If there's a spark, they don't need a matchmaker.

got that. With my woman's intuition, I felt like

people can't see their own feelings clearly and need a

smirked. "Good luck with

dinner, I grabbed some oatmeal. After Ethan

for some fresh air. Passing by

water bottle and walked down the hallway without

help but follow him to

and I could

in bed sit

After a few bites, the elderly woman finally noticed

I had been standing there,

in the ward were Arthur's

she was at Grace Hospital,

the lunch box and sat to the

kept her eyes on me, her

"Emily, come sit."

they were people

stool by the bed and asked,

taking it

between Arthur and me, a chill ran up

once so close, had become

most

only rely on each other.

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